However, he had fixed upon an admirable place to dwell in. And by
and by there came other people, who chanced to have no homes; and,
seeing how pleasant a spot it was, they built themselves huts in the
neighborhood of Phœnix's habitation. Thus, before many years went by,
a city had grown up there, in the center of which was seen a stately
palace of marble, wherein dwelt Phœnix, clothed in a purple robe, and
wearing a golden crown upon his head. For the inhabitants of the new
city, finding that he had royal blood in his veins, had chosen him to
be their king. The very first decree of state which King Phœnix issued
was, that, if a maiden happened to arrive in the kingdom, mounted on
a snow-white bull, and calling herself Europa, his subjects should
treat her with the greatest kindness and respect, and immediately
bring her to the palace. You may see by this, that Phœnix's conscience
never quite ceased to trouble him, for giving up the quest of his dear
sister, and sitting himself down to be comfortable, while his mother
and her companions went onward.
But often and often, at the close of a weary day's journey, did
Telephassa and Cadmus, Cilix and Thasus, remember the pleasant spot
in which they had left Phœnix. It was a sorrowful prospect for these
wanderers, that on the morrow they must again set forth, and that,
after many nightfalls, they would perhaps be no nearer the close of
their toilsome pilgrimage than now. These thoughts made them all
melancholy at times, but appeared to torment Cilix more than the rest
of the party. At length, one morning, when they were taking their
staffs in hand to set out, he thus addressed them:--
"My dear mother, and you good brother Cadmus, and my friend Thasus,
methinks we are like people in a dream. There is no substance in the
life which we are leading. It is such a dreary length of time since the
white bull carried off my sister Europa, that I have quite forgotten
how she looked, and the tones of her voice, and, indeed, almost doubt
whether such a little girl ever lived in the world. And whether she
once lived or no, I am convinced that she no longer survives, and that
therefore it is the merest folly to waste our own lives and happiness
in seeking her. Were we to find her, she would now be a woman grown,
and would look upon us all as strangers. So, to tell you the truth,
I have resolved to take up my abode here; and I entreat you, mother,
brother, and friend, to follow my example."
"Not I, for one," said Telephassa; although the poor queen, firmly as
she spoke, was so travel-worn that she could hardly put her foot to
the ground. "Not I for one! In the depths of my heart, little Europa
is still the rosy child who ran to gather flowers so many years ago.
She has not grown to womanhood, nor forgotten me. At noon, at night,
journeying onward, sitting down to rest, her childish voice is always
in my ears, calling 'Mother! mother!' Stop here who may, there is no
repose for me."
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